Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.